One man on a lonely platform, one case siting by his side.

Friday, game of six halves, good, not so good, terrible, very terrible, genocidal, and pretty good. (Not in that order, as life has a tendency to fluctuate between states as the notes on a scale randomly placed by a pissed spider walking through an ink well) I studiously studied a collected form from the localContinue reading “One man on a lonely platform, one case siting by his side.”